[ so… he can see how spitting out someone’s dick can be a turn off. it takes a few ticks for shiro to realize his mistake however. everything happens in quick succession: he pulls off, the dick disappears through the hole faster than shiro can get a glimpse, and then there’s shuffling. a lot of shuffling. gathering? packing. it becomes clear that anonymous is about to leave a beat later with the scraping across the wooden floor. panicked, shiro opens his mouth, only to catch himself, again, one breath shy of violating their agreement. he almost goes through with it anyway. he doubts there’s any coming back from this if anonymous leaves, so, it’s now or never, right?
breaking anonymity is losing his man too though.
frustrated at his lack of options, he slaps his palm against the door, hoping that somehow conveys wait. how is this even his fault? they’ve been passing notes over the course of days, it would’ve taken, what, five seconds?? to write out a ps my dick isn’t humanoid, hope that’s cool. a little heads up would have gone a long way. shiro’s been all over the universe and he likes to think he’s pretty open-minded, so it’s not like he’s grossed out. he’s just…
wait.
notes.
he scrambles, that’s the best word for the hastiness and clumsiness of his hands as he gets pen to paper. two seconds and he’s shoving the paper through the hole, waving it around between tightly clenched fingers. he pauses after a few beats, to let show: ]
no subject
breaking anonymity is losing his man too though.
frustrated at his lack of options, he slaps his palm against the door, hoping that somehow conveys wait. how is this even his fault? they’ve been passing notes over the course of days, it would’ve taken, what, five seconds?? to write out a ps my dick isn’t humanoid, hope that’s cool. a little heads up would have gone a long way. shiro’s been all over the universe and he likes to think he’s pretty open-minded, so it’s not like he’s grossed out. he’s just…
wait.
notes.
he scrambles, that’s the best word for the hastiness and clumsiness of his hands as he gets pen to paper. two seconds and he’s shoving the paper through the hole, waving it around between tightly clenched fingers. he pauses after a few beats, to let show: ]
sorry!!!
[ it’s sloppy but legible… he hopes. ]